A/N: If you don't know by now, I don't own any of JR's characters. *sigh*
oh well! Enjoy! *pets jo0 all*
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Sighing, Draco sat down next to the fan the arcade had acquired over the month he'd been coming, whis white shirt drenched in sweat.
Laying back, he planned to relax some before his next game of DDR. He'd just started to drift off to sleep when Granger's voice rang out through the area.
"Ronald Weasly! I am sick and tired of listening to your goddamned ranigns of childish jalousy!"
"But. but, 'Mione," Ron sputtered nervously, obviously frigtened she would pull out her wand and hex him then and there.
"Don't even /speak/!" Hermione screached.
"Uhng." Draco forced himself into a quasi0sitting position. Half turned to face the two, half still laying down.
The first thing he noticed was the Weasle's face rapidly turning more like the colour of his hair.
Snickering, he pulled himself p, body resisting, and glided over to the couple.
".and another thing, you blode arsehole!-" Hermione stopped as she felt a cold hand slip around her exposed midriff. Accidentally, she let out a small gasp.
"Top of the morning, isn't it Weasle?" Draco drawled.
Ron's voice was growing dangerously hihg. "Is this who've you been seeing behind my back?"
"What? N-no! Malfoy and I just dance together!" Hermione sputtered, trying to remain calm.
"Oh, that makes it so much better!" Ron's fists were at his side, trying to resist the urges to lash out and knock Draco senseless.
Hermione pushed Draco away in feeble attempt to calm down the now putplish Ron.
"Ron," she cooed gently, "I love you, but you're just so overprotective." Hermione's voice was sugary sweet and made Draco think she could convice Weasly that dogs were just really small cows. ".come on, let's go talk about this in private," she'd finished.
Lightening visibly, Hermione led Ron to a secluded area (or the back room, rather) where the employees and regulars of the arcade could hang out.
Shooting a final warning glare at Draco (who's only reply was that obnoxious smirk), Hermione closed the door so she and Ron could have a decent conversation.
Not quite so calm.
Not at all.
Draco tried to force himsel fnot to laugh outright, but it was just too funny!
((***))
"Ronald." Hermione's voice was dangerously low, eyes narrowed.
"Hermione." Ron's coice wasn't quite as low, but it held just as much malice ((A/N: Mmmm. Malice Mizer. ^-^))
"Why do you not trust me?" Hermione's voice held leagues of unleashed anger. "I've been nothing but loyal to you in every way!"
"How am I supposed to know?" Hissed Ron. They'd both gotten tired of yelling a while ago. "You're here with /Malfoy/! Why didn't you tell me? I wouldv'e come keep you safe!"
"Because he's been relatively nice! Compared to the fucking blubbering idiot I have before me!" Her voice was raising steadily.
"If you're going to be that way-"
Hermione cut Ron off, "And I will."
Regaining tight control on his emotions, Ron continued, "Maybe we should split up for a while and give eavhother some room to breathe." Finally , got that off his chest.
Arching a quizical eyebrow, Hermione nodded comprehending it all.
'So /that's/ why he came down,' she thought to herself, her inner monologue full of spite.
"The door is to your left," Hermione said tightly, waiting for her now-ex- boyfriend of two years walk out before storming out herself.
"Homosexual twit," she muttered as she watched Ron's retreating form, his hips swaying ever-so slightly.
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Sighing, Draco sat down next to the fan the arcade had acquired over the month he'd been coming, whis white shirt drenched in sweat.
Laying back, he planned to relax some before his next game of DDR. He'd just started to drift off to sleep when Granger's voice rang out through the area.
"Ronald Weasly! I am sick and tired of listening to your goddamned ranigns of childish jalousy!"
"But. but, 'Mione," Ron sputtered nervously, obviously frigtened she would pull out her wand and hex him then and there.
"Don't even /speak/!" Hermione screached.
"Uhng." Draco forced himself into a quasi0sitting position. Half turned to face the two, half still laying down.
The first thing he noticed was the Weasle's face rapidly turning more like the colour of his hair.
Snickering, he pulled himself p, body resisting, and glided over to the couple.
".and another thing, you blode arsehole!-" Hermione stopped as she felt a cold hand slip around her exposed midriff. Accidentally, she let out a small gasp.
"Top of the morning, isn't it Weasle?" Draco drawled.
Ron's voice was growing dangerously hihg. "Is this who've you been seeing behind my back?"
"What? N-no! Malfoy and I just dance together!" Hermione sputtered, trying to remain calm.
"Oh, that makes it so much better!" Ron's fists were at his side, trying to resist the urges to lash out and knock Draco senseless.
Hermione pushed Draco away in feeble attempt to calm down the now putplish Ron.
"Ron," she cooed gently, "I love you, but you're just so overprotective." Hermione's voice was sugary sweet and made Draco think she could convice Weasly that dogs were just really small cows. ".come on, let's go talk about this in private," she'd finished.
Lightening visibly, Hermione led Ron to a secluded area (or the back room, rather) where the employees and regulars of the arcade could hang out.
Shooting a final warning glare at Draco (who's only reply was that obnoxious smirk), Hermione closed the door so she and Ron could have a decent conversation.
Not quite so calm.
Not at all.
Draco tried to force himsel fnot to laugh outright, but it was just too funny!
((***))
"Ronald." Hermione's voice was dangerously low, eyes narrowed.
"Hermione." Ron's coice wasn't quite as low, but it held just as much malice ((A/N: Mmmm. Malice Mizer. ^-^))
"Why do you not trust me?" Hermione's voice held leagues of unleashed anger. "I've been nothing but loyal to you in every way!"
"How am I supposed to know?" Hissed Ron. They'd both gotten tired of yelling a while ago. "You're here with /Malfoy/! Why didn't you tell me? I wouldv'e come keep you safe!"
"Because he's been relatively nice! Compared to the fucking blubbering idiot I have before me!" Her voice was raising steadily.
"If you're going to be that way-"
Hermione cut Ron off, "And I will."
Regaining tight control on his emotions, Ron continued, "Maybe we should split up for a while and give eavhother some room to breathe." Finally , got that off his chest.
Arching a quizical eyebrow, Hermione nodded comprehending it all.
'So /that's/ why he came down,' she thought to herself, her inner monologue full of spite.
"The door is to your left," Hermione said tightly, waiting for her now-ex- boyfriend of two years walk out before storming out herself.
"Homosexual twit," she muttered as she watched Ron's retreating form, his hips swaying ever-so slightly.
